Archive: By Master & Apprentice, my site, WWOMB and
SithChicks
Pairing: O/Other, Q/Other, O/Q
Category: Alternate Universe
Rating: NC-17 for the series; this episode rated NC-17
Disclaimer: I love George. Desperately. I wanna have his
babies. Oh, rats, that's right, I can't DO that any more.
Warning: Sex. Ooops... spoiler! Sorry 'bout that.
Summary: Follows canon. Qui is dead, and in building a new
lightsaber Obi accidentally finds a way to move to different
realities, where he discovers many strange and wondrous things
in his quest to be with his beloved Master again. READING THE
EPISODES IN ORDER IS NOT NECESSARY BUT IS RECOMMENDED.
Notes: I'm paying homage to the great SF author, L. Sprague
DeCamp with this story. Back in the 30's-40's he wrote the
definitive AU novel called "The Wheels of If", which conceit
I'm borrowing here. Thanks (as always) to Beta Readers Par
Excellence Fox, HiperBunny and Emrin Alexander. Thank you,
ladies, my cup runneth over with your support.
In the early morning light of Coruscant, there was a loud bang
a few dozen feet above the ground in the statuary garden of the
Jedi Temple. Slowly, a young man fell from the sky to land with
a soft thud on the grass. He powered off the 'saber he held in
his hands and fastened it under his backpack on the back of his
belt, then raised his hood as he looked around carefully.
The Temple seemed normal, the sky was filled with air traffic
again, and the fountains were running, tinkling gently in the
light dawn breeze. Obi-Wan Kenobi nodded to himself in
satisfaction, and headed into the Temple.
It was still early; there were few people about, but a
delicious smell made him realize how hungry he was. Hesitating
only briefly, he walked down the corridor to the commissary,
which was only sparsely populated, entered, and took a tray. //
The last time I did this... // he thought to himself, rolling
his eyes. But this commissary looked perfectly normal,
containing the usual sprinkle of Padawans, Knights and Masters,
most dressed in tunics but some in leisure clothing.
Selecting some breakfast, he sat down in a corner of the room,
close enough to a knot of older Padawans to hear them but far
enough away to keep from being noticed. As was normal, the
Padawans were gossiping, and while he ate and drank he listened
carefully.
"...telling you, the Council is going to have collective
apoplexy!" One young woman was saying. "I was on duty at the
healer's last night when she came in...UNbeleiveable."
"She didn't die, did she?"
"Oh heavens no, it's not like he's cruel or anything..."
"That's not what I'VE heard..."
"Well he does go in for some of those games, you know. Master
Windu loved it, before she wound up... well, you know."
// Master Windu a SHE? // Obi-Wan nearly choked, trying to
imagine the dark Councilor with hair.
A collective groan from the table turned his attention back to
the gossip, which was becoming increasingly odd.
"...Master couldn't walk for a week afterwards," another
Padawan asserted. "It's said he's got the biggest cock in the
Senate."
"I've heard that too, but I don't believe it."
"You will when it's shoved up you, Pell!"
"Oh, no, not me, I've gotten assigned to only heterosexual
liaisons."
"You would. You are SUCH a kiss-up Pell."
"Hey! And anyway, does he even LIKE guys?"
"Oh yeah, don't you remember what happened to that Knight he
had last year? What was his name..."
"Oh! The blond. Jilly had her eye on that one, as did half the
Senate. The human half anyway."
"And why can't he satisfy himself somewhere else? I mean..."
"...what we do at the Temple, Lorge, you dope. Senate's
bordello..."
"...hope I don't get picked for Council bed duty..."
"...won't take virgins..."
"...that senator from Kashyyyk delegation..."
"...Master broke my cherry..."
"...late for class in fellatio..."
"...later in that non-human dom/sub class..."
Obi-Wan's eyes grew wider and wider as he listened to the
ever-changing cacophony of voices at the Padawans' table. This
was NOT the type of gossip he was used to, definitely. He was
about to stand to leave when another snippet drifted out of the
tangle of people at the table.
"...Chancellor Jinn..."
He relaxed back down in his seat and enhanced his hearing a
bit.
"...why you're so hung up on him, Fellay. He's not OUR
problem."
"Well, maybe not yours, Pell, but he could be mine. I'm up for
rotation to the Senate floor and he's STILL not satisfied, at
least that's what I've heard."
"I heard it too, Fellay. Pell, leave her alone. Senator Jinn
has the most insatiable cock in the Senate, and if you're up
for rotation, Fellay, I'd specifically request not to be sent
to him. After all, you've only had one minor rotation, right?"
"That doesn't matter, Ibla, Fellay's not a virgin anymore and
she's a senior Padawan. If she gets Jinn, well..."
"That's not very nice, Sorda. I can understand why she'd be
upset."
"But there's nothing anyone can DO about it, Lorge. Unless some
new Knight drops out of the sky to satisfy the Chancellor,
we're all screwed, so to speak."
A collective groan rose from the table and the speaker was
laughingly pelted with foodstuffs, causing the Masters to yell.
The conversation broke apart at that point, and some of the
Padawans left. Obi-Wan sat still, thinking very hard.
After a few moments of that, he stood, returned his tray and
headed out to seek Master Yoda. What he heard after twenty
minutes with the ancient Jedi quite blew his mind into pieces.
"... but, but... a bordello, Master Yoda?" Obi-Wan was finding
it difficult to grasp the concept.
"A bordello it is not," Yoda replied sternly.
"Senate's bordello it is."
"But... where I come from, we - the Jedi - were the
peacekeepers. Diplomats, emissaries, helpers to those in
need..."
Nodding Yoda said, "Here we are that too. Secondary mission it
is to provide sex to Senate. But on secondary rule relies
funding. A hard man is Chancellor Jinn. Believes he does that
Jedi are better in bed than in field." Sipping his tea, Yoda
continued after a moment. "Difficult it is. Requires only
humans does Chancellor Jinn. Gone through 90 percent of the
Temple he has in two years. Satisfy him no one can."
"I heard something about Master Windu..." Obi-Wan said
hesitantly.
Yoda's ears drooped. "Retired now, is Windu. Wore her out, he
did. But happy she is." Leaning forward Yoda tapped Obi-Wan's
knee. "Jedi, you say Jinn was, in your reality. Jedi, he cannot
be and still be in Senate. If Jedi he should be, then
funding will he secure for us. Need someone, we do, to satisfy
him, to find out if Jedi he should be." Calculating, glowing
yellow eyes bored into the young Knight, who blushed.
"I-I don't know if I..." Obi-Wan started, instantly divining
the old Master's plan.
"Told me, you have, that lovers you were in other realities.
Lovers you can be here. Satisfy him, I think you can." Yoda
nodded his head, narrowing his eyes. Obi-Wan felt the mild
Force compulsion and resisted.
"But Master Yoda," he began, "Oh, dear. Well... I-I suppose I
can try..."
"Do or Do Not! There is no try!" Yoda said sternly, whacking
him with his gimmer stick. "And DO you shall. Go tonight you
will. To Windu you will talk first, learn what Jinn likes.
Kinky is he. Good in bed is he as well."
Obi-Wan sighed. It was going to be another one of THOSE
realities.
This Temple, Obi-Wan discovered, was very like his own, aside
from one very interesting difference. Many, if not most, of the
classes had to do with providing pleasure in one way or
another.
There were classes in fellatio and cunnilingus, homosexual and
heterosexual relations, inter- and intra-species couplings,
dominance and submission and every single kink in the known
universe. As Yoda took him across the Temple to the Healers'
wing, they passed some of the classes and Obi-Wan was
fascinated to discover unabashed live demonstrations taking
place, most with Padawans of various ages clustered around,
earnestly taking notes.
As they walked, Yoda gave him the condensed history of the
Temple, which really wasn't so very different from his own.
Only in this particular reality, the sexual facet of the Jedi
order had been emphasized from the start. Liaisons with
dignitaries of various planets were encouraged, especially if
such a liaison could get a treaty signed or a war halted more
quickly. Over the last several hundred years, as the Republic
Senate had grown, its members had come to rely more heavily on
the Jedi for sexual relief, until it was a given that the
Temple would provide a cadre of young people - mainly senior
Padawans and young Knights - on a permanent rotation to the
Senate floor to service the Senators.
It was not until Qui-Gon Jinn had become Supreme Chancellor
some fifteen years before, though, that the issue had become
serious. Chancellor Jinn believed that the Jedi got better
results on their backs with their legs spread than out in the
field negotiating. His irascibility had grown as he had grown
older and harder to please, until by now, the funding of the
entire Temple depended on the Jedi providing a suitable partner
to him.
The Healers' wing was lavish, sunny and warm and inviting.
Master Windu sat in a wheelchair on a balcony that overlooked
one of the interior gardens. Obi-Wan was surprised to discover
that the female Windu was just as hairless as the male version,
and that it actually looked quite good on her. She turned as
she heard them enter the room.
"Yoda!" she exclaimed, her voice a pleasant alto. "It's nice to
see you, old friend. What brings you to my little den of
iniquity?"
"Mirra," Yoda said, perching himself on the bench that ringed
the balcony wall. He nodded to Obi-Wan. "Knight Kenobi you
should meet. Traveler he is. Long story he has to tell you."
Taking a seat and a deep breath, Obi-Wan again launched into
his story. Mirra Windu simply sat there, her gaze focused on
him as the tale unwound. As he finished, she blinked.
"That is... simply incredible. Yoda. Have you checked..."
"Checked I have," Yoda confirmed. "Obi-Wan Kenobi there is not
in the Order. Yet sits there he does, with lightsaber and
information only a knight would have."
"Not to mention a Force aura that could topple a bantha," Windu
murmured, nodding.
"Has information he does, on Qui-Gon Jinn."
Windu flinched. "Qui-Gon..." she muttered, her mouth turning up
into a wry grin.
"In my reality, and in most realities I've been to," Obi-Wan
said, "Qui-Gon was a Jedi Master. He was my Master, in fact.
Even if he's not a Jedi in this reality, it's possible he
should be."
Raising one hairless eyebrow, Mirra Windu studied the young
Knight. "He was your Master? Then you were lovers in your
reality."
"Well, no," Obi-Wan said, swallowing. "But I have been his
lover... and her lover too... in other realities. I hope to
find a reality where I can be with him permanently."
Digesting this bit of information, Windu abruptly turned to
Yoda. "You mean to send him to Jinn, don't you."
"Who better?" Yoda shrugged. "Able to satisfy Jinn no one else
has, since you. Lovers they have been in other realities. Why
not this one?"
"But... Jinn will eat him alive!" Windu said.
"The point that is!" Yoda snapped back. "Funding we need. Deny
it, Jinn will, unless satisfied. Do this we must, one way or
another."
Windu shook her head slowly. "I don't know, Yoda..."
Obi-Wan found himself increasingly nervous as their argument
continued. True, this was Qui-Gon, the man he loved. But he had
seen so many different facets of Qui-Gon... from slightly
addled hermit to a veritable god... what could this one do to
him? Clearing his throat slightly to get their attention, he
said, "If I'm going to do this, I might as well get it over
with."
Yoda was smug, Windu was concerned, but both agreed and Windu
began talking, teaching him the likes and dislikes of Qui-Gon
Jinn, the abridged syllabus.
Late that afternoon, Obi-Wan was being bathed and was finding
it hard to maintain his serenity. He had eaten lightly and
meditated after talking most of the day with Master Windu,
listening to a catalog of kinks that both appalled and - he had
to admit - slightly aroused him. Windu then directed him to the
baths, where Obi-Wan relieved himself and was thoroughly
cleaned, inside and out.
Hair trimmed, body bathed, massaged and oiled, he was dressed
in modified Jedi tunics made of a soft, silken material, and
low, flexible boots. Yoda came to fetch him and nodded
approvingly. "Good you look," the irascible old Master said.
"Talked long you did with Mirra, bathed you have, ready you
are. Go we shall."
Nervous, attempting to hold on to his serenity with both fists,
Obi-Wan draped his cloak over him and raised the hood. Together
they left the Temple and took a private shuttle to the Senate
Building.
Chancellor Jinn's private secretary let them into the
Chancellor's quarters, indicating various libations and letting
them know that Chancellor Jinn would be returning from the
Senate floor in an hour. Yoda patted Obi-Wan's knee. "Go now I
shall. Report to me, you will, tomorrow. May the Force be with
you."
As Yoda tottered out of the room, Obi-Wan muttered, "It had
certainly BETTER be."
The Chancellor's quarters were opulent, but understated. The
sofa looked like an ordinary sofa until closely examined; then
Obi-Wan determined it was covered in pure Astellian silk, which
would not stain and dissipated all body heat. The bar seemed to
be only minimally stocked, until he noticed that what was there
was extremely expensive and unbelievably rare. To his surprise,
he also noted Abinstin, a potent, quasi-illegal aphrodisiac.
Sighing fatalistically, he selected a 350 year old Correllian
brandy and poured himself a few fingers, then sat on a chair in
a shadowy corner near the floor-to-ceiling window and waited.
The Chancellor put in an appearance after just over an hour, as
promised. He swept into the room followed by his personal
secretary and three other aides, all of which were talking
rapidly and taking notes on datapads. Obi-Wan stayed where he
was, out of the way, and watched carefully.
Qui-Gon was much the same as he had been in the other
realities. His hair was shorter and the beard was merely a
goatee, but both were shot with silver and his eyes were the
same intense blue. He still carried himself more like a warrior
than a politician, and the instructions he snapped out to his
aides were in the customary growl.
He moved immediately to the bar and poured himself half a glass
of white wine, continuing to issue orders left and right.
Eventually, the other aides left, leaving him alone with his
secretary. "Anything else on for tonight then, Thalla?" he
asked, wearily scrubbing his face.
"No, sir," she answered. "However, the Temple has sent you a
new candidate..." the efficient young woman indicated the
shadowy chair where Obi-Wan still sat. Qui-Gon looked up
quickly and his eyes narrowed. Silence fell for a long moment.
"Very well, that will be all then, Thalla. Have a good
evening."
"Thank you sir. You too sir," she said, bowing her way out of
the room.
Both men remained where they were, Qui-Gon standing behind the
bar sipping his drink, Obi-Wan an a chair in the shadow near
the window. The young Knight knew that Qui-Gon could not see
his face clearly, and used that to his advantage, continuing to
study the big man for similarities and differences between him
and the other Qui-Gons he had known. Finally, Qui-Gon finished
his wine and spoke, his voice impersonal and soft.
"Stand up, please. I'd like to see you."
Leaving his cloak to puddle on the chair, Obi-Wan did, stepping
a few paces towards the bar so that he was framed in the
indirect lighting. Deep blue eyes swept up and down, examining
him. "What's your name?"
"Obi-Wan Kenobi, sir," Obi-Wan answered quietly.
"And a Knight to boot," Qui-Gon mused. "How is it I haven't
seen you yet, young Knight?"
A smile dancing around his lips, Obi-Wan replied, "It's a long
story. I'm rather new here."
Stepping around the bar, Qui-Gon clasped his hands behind his
back and walked a slow circle around Obi-Wan, who continued to
stand easily. The gentle Force probes Obi-Wan sent to Qui-Gon
revealed tight, natural shielding, but he could detect no
darkness, nothing evil or with bad intent. He was still
somewhat nervous, but the probes reassured him, and he was
amused to note he was already half-hard in anticipation.
Finally Qui-Gon stopped his inspection tour and stood directly
before Obi-Wan. One large, warm hand tipped his chin up
slightly so that Obi-Wan met his eyes. "Lovely," he murmured,
gazing down into gray-green eyes.
Fighting back a grin, Obi-Wan merely said "Thank you," while
one eyebrow tipped up.
"Ah," Qui-Gon said, his own face totally inscrutable, "I amuse
you. I guess that's better than abject terror." His thumb
brushed across Obi-Wan's lower lip sensuously. "Strip for me,
Obi-Wan Kenobi. Please." He took a half step back and leaned
against the bar, watching the Knight through lowered eyelids.
Fighting back giggles at the incongruity of the situation,
Obi-Wan slowly untied the sash that held his tunics together,
letting it drop to the floor. As he unfastened the cuffs, he
kicked off his boots, then shrugged out of his tunic, letting
it fall to the floor as well. He let his hands rest on the
waistband of his light trousers, but didn't go any further.
Qui-Gon raised on eyebrow in silent question.
"It's only fair that I should see what I'm getting into as
well," he said, his voice low.
Qui-Gon blinked as he absorbed the Knight's words. After a
moment, he shrugged and began undoing the clasps to his
elaborate surcoat and tunic. Stepping up to him, Obi-Wan said,
"Allow me," and took over, hyperaware that Qui-Gon's eyes were
scrutinizing his every move.
In short order, Qui-Gon was also bare to the waist. Kneeling,
Obi-Wan unfastened the clasps to the mid-calf boots the big man
wore, then helped him out of them, setting the footwear aside.
Then he rose gracefully to stand before Qui-Gon, inspecting him
as well.
"And do I meet with your approval, Knight?" Qui-Gon asked, his
voice a low rumble.
"Splendidly," Obi-Wan breathed, gently brushing Qui-Gon's chest
with his hands. One fingertip described a lazy spiral into the
taller man's left nipple and Obi-Wan could tell from the hitch
in Qui-Gon's breath - as well as the noticeable bulge in the
elegantly tailored trousers - that he was having an effect.
Just as his fingertip was about to flick one erect nipple,
Qui-Gon grabbed his hand. "We're taking this to a more
appropriate venue now," he growled, staring down at the young
man taunting him.
"As you wish, sir," Obi-Wan breathed, moistening his parted
lips. Abruptly he was pulled into a crushing embrace and
Qui-Gon's mouth locked on his, stealing his breath and his
wits.
The kiss was as short as it was rough, leaving Obi-Wan reeling
with sensation. Then Qui-Gon was pulling him, stumbling, into
the adjoining bedroom, where a large, comfortable-looking bed
awaited. Releasing the younger man, Qui-Gon sprawled on the
edge, leaning back with his weight on his bent elbows. Obi-Wan
stood between his parted knees, staring down at him, breathing
elevated.
"Knight Kenobi," Qui-Gon purred, his eyes narrowing. "You may
have heard about me and my... desires."
Acknowledging this with slight smile, Obi-Wan said nothing.
"Well, most of what you've heard is true." When Obi-Wan still
remained silent, Qui-Gon chuckled. "What do you intend to do
about that, then?" he asked.
Making a show of thinking, Obi-Wan finally leaned forward and
placed his hands on broad shoulders. "I think we'll start with
this," he whispered, then pushed the bigger man down to his
back, straddling his groin. Leaning in, Obi-Wan veered at the
last second, avoiding lips parted and ready for him to gently
nuzzle Qui-Gon's neck, nibbling on an earlobe. His tongue then
laved the soft skin of the Chancellor's jaw, working his way
down to kiss and lick at his adam's apple and swirl in the
hollow of his throat before coming back up and hovering once
again over parted lips.
"I think this a good place to start, yes?" Obi-Wan breathed,
then let his tongue taste Qui-Gon's mouth before gently
prodding inside. His hands still on the strong shoulders, he
could feel the muscles tense and could also feel the tremendous
bulge prodding his ass as he leaned over the strong frame. A
soft groan was his answer as he continued to lightly tease and
caress the soft, generous lips, darting his tongue inside for
quick tastes then retreating, only to return.
Abruptly, he was engulfed in big hands and arms. The world
tilted as he found himself flipped, and Qui-Gon was suddenly on
top of him, wrapped around him, devouring his mouth and
drinking deeply. Obi-Wan allowed it for a moment, letting
Qui-Gon take what he wanted, but then pushed back gently,
gentling the kiss even as he locked his bare feet around the
bigger man's hips and ground up into his erection.
"Shhh... Qui-Gon... we've got all night, as long as you wish,"
he whispered into the sensuous mouth still trying to ravage
him.
"You... taste... oh, so good..." Qui-Gon mumbled, his fingers
tangling in red-gold hair.
Sighing, Obi-Wan dipped his own tongue deeply into the other's
mouth, dueling briefly, then allowing himself to taste. His
hands moved from broad shoulders to rub at the tense muscles of
Qui-Gon's neck, smoothing out knots and soothing the big man
with his touch. He turned his head gently, kissing his way
across the bearded jaw to the smooth cheek and onto the neck,
licking and nibbling at an earlobe.
Qui-Gon buried his face in Obi-Wan's neck, licking, kissing and
nipping. Obi-Wan hissed and bucked up involuntarily as Qui-Gon
found a particularly sensitive spot; immediately the bigger man
latched on and began sucking, creating a passion mark as
Obi-Wan cried out softly.
Finally, Qui-Gon lifted his head to look down at the young
Knight he was ravishing. "Gods... I've not felt this
way...Where have you been?"
"It doesn't matter," Obi-Wan answered, brushing silver-shot
hair out of deep blue eyes. "I'm here now. You can have me
whatever way you like, as often as you'd like. For the rest of
the night, I'm yours."
Groaning, Qui-Gon kissed him again, wetly and passionately.
"Oh... need..."
Lifting his hips once again to grind his erection into
Qui-Gon's, Obi-Wan said, "Then fuck me. Now!"
Eyes flying wide open, Qui-Gon gasped at the preemptory
command. His mouth set in a firm line, he pulled the younger
man's legs from their tight hold around his hips and levered
himself up, his eyes burning as he yanked Obi-Wan's trousers
off, releasing a heavy, thick erection. Kneeling between
Obi-Wan's outflung legs, he let his fingers lightly trace down
silken skin, pinching erect nipples and swirling into a tight
navel. Reaching the tight, crisp curls, he bypassed the
leaking, angry-looking erection to caress and fondle delicate
ball-sacs, then to dive beneath. Bending his head, he sucked
the tip of Obi-Wan's erection into his mouth, smiling slightly
as the young man arched and hoarsely called out. Keeping up the
constant suction, he pushed two blunt fingers past a tight
anus, closing his eyes at the heat and tightness he felt.
"Aaaaah! Qui-Gon!" Obi-Wan wailed as he felt his senses start
to overload. Thankfully - or perhaps not, Obi-Wan thought
hysterically - Qui-Gon released his erection at that moment.
"You're ready for me," he growled, scissoring his fingers in
the tight, slick channel and making the younger man writhe.
"Yes," Obi-Wan gasped. "Do it! Please!"
Qui-Gon opened his pants and pulled out his erection, stroking
it gently as he fumbled in the bedside table for a tube of
sexual lubricant. Quickly coating his cock and groaning at the
sensation, he once again bent over the panting Knight spread
out on his bed. "Roll over," he ordered hoarsely, then kissed
Obi-Wan again, hard.
Breaking the kiss reluctantly, Obi-Wan turned to his belly,
rising to his knees. Qui-Gon stood by the bed, his hands on
Obi-Wan's hips, pulled him up and spread his thighs; thick
thumbs pressed at his anus, opening him; then a hot, blunt
object pushed against the entrance to his body. Without
hesitation, Qui-Gon plowed into Obi-Wan and the younger man
screamed in ecstasy.
"YES!" Qui-Gon cried, pulling himself out to drive back in,
hard. To Obi-Wan's impassioned wails, the big man set up a
pounding rhythm, thrusting fast and hard into the willing body
beneath him. His hands held narrow hips tightly, leaving
bruises, but neither cared. A slight change in the angle and
suddenly Qui-Gon was slamming against Obi-Wan's prostate with
every thrust. Obi-Wan screamed again and came, pouring all over
the bed and his stomach, coming so hard ejaculate reached his
chin.
Not stopping, Qui-Gon merely set his feet and drove harder into
the now-limp man, gasping and grunting, his eyes closed and
sweat pouring off his face. To Obi-Wan's shock and delight, his
penis did not get soft, and due to the hard massage on his
prostate, he was ready to come again in moments. He began
pushing back against the big cock pounding his ass, pleading
and groaning. "Gods... yes... Qui-Gon..." he moaned, nearly
overcome with pleasure.
Suddenly, Qui-Gon's movements lost part of their rhythm; he
gasped, leaning forward, grabbing for Obi-Wan's shoulders to
pull him even more tightly against him. "Coming... going to...
come... Oh, oh.. oh..." With a last gasp and a inarticulate
bellow, Qui-Gon came, deep inside Obi-Wan. The hot splash
against his prostate was all Obi-Wan needed to push him over
the edge again, and he too cried out as his come once again
soaked into the bedclothes.
Qui-Gon sagged, and with the last of his strength, Obi-Wan
managed to turn enough to ensure that the bigger man would land
on the bed behind him. In doing so, the softened penis slipped
out of its happy sheath and Qui-Gon groaned softly. Arms came
around Obi-Wan's waist to hold him, tight and trembling.
After a long silence, Qui-Gon kissed Obi-Wan's sweaty ear and
said, "That... was... gods. That was wonderful."
Grinning, Obi-Wan managed to turn enough so that he could look
into Qui-Gon' s eyes. "That... was only the beginning." He
watched with amusement as Qui-Gon's eyes darkened in lust, then
leaned up and began his teasing, licking kisses again.
Shortly both men were facing each other, kissing slowly,
letting their fingers dance over each other's flesh as they
tasted each other's mouth. Obi-Wan rubbed himself, cat-like,
against the big body he so loved, and allowed a little of that
love to spill out and broadcast, quite deliberately seeking a
reaction in Qui-Gon. Either this Qui-Gon was hiding it well, or
he really was untrained; Obi-Wan could sense a slight reaction
but no more than that.
Shifting slightly, Obi-Wan squirmed as his buttocks hit the
rather extensive - and now quite chilly - wet spot. Gently
breaking the kisses, he caressed Qui-Gon's face. "Let me up,
love. We need something to wash us off."
Smiling in genuine affection, Qui-Gon rumbled, "The 'fresher is
through that door. I'll get us something to drink."
When Obi-Wan returned with several towels, both damp and dry,
Qui-Gon was sitting propped up on pillows in the huge bed. Two
drinks sat on the headboard behind his head, and he smiled at
the young Knight. Smiling back, Obi-Wan climbed over the
footboard and crawled on all fours up the bed to Qui-Gon's long
legs, his smile becoming feral. When he reached the big man' s
upper thighs, he pulled out one of the damp, warm cloths,
setting the others aside, and proceeded to run it across the
semi-hard penis and testicles. Qui-Gon's eyes sagged shut in
pleasure as the gentle caress continued. A slight nudge and he
obligingly spread his legs to let Obi-Wan clean further in and
up.
A sudden wetness of a different type made his eyes fly open to
see Obi-Wan, still 'washing' his groin and running his tongue
around one nipple. He groaned and his hands came up to cup the
young man's head as teeth gently bit down on the hard nub.
Abandoning the washcloth, Obi-Wan remained kneeling between
Qui-Gon's spread legs and played with the bigger man's nipples,
relishing the reaction his lips and teeth provoked.
After several minutes, he let his mouth drift lower down
Qui-Gon's chest and abdomen, kissing and licking, until he
reached the rapidly firming shaft. He spread himself out so
that he was lying on his stomach, still between the larger
man's legs, and looked up through red-gold lashes at Qui-Gon's
face. "Something you'd like here?" he purred seductively.
Never taking his eyes off the beautiful man's face, Qui-Gon
reached behind himself and grabbed his drink. Taking a big
gulp, he growled, "Suck me."
Smiling, keeping his eyes fastened on Qui-Gon's, Obi-Wan
lowered his head and took the now mostly-hard penis in his
mouth. Qui-Gon gasped and his eyelids closed as Obi-Wan
engulfed his hot shaft. Using every trick he had ever known,
and remembering what all the other Qui-Gons had liked, Obi-Wan
focused all his attention on the flesh in his mouth, sucking
strongly, using his tongue to flick the head and the
hypersensitive underside, teasing with his teeth, doing his
best to drive the big man insane. Qui-Gon lay back and enjoyed,
struggling not to thrust into the hot mouth that worked him,
his hands twisting the sheets as he panted.
Moistening his fingers with his spit, Obi-Wan let one hand
drift down to play with the heavy testicles, then further to
the smooth perineum. He felt Qui-Gon get closer to climax and
concentrated on a smooth, intense sucking motion while his
fingers teasingly circled the puckered anus. Gently he inserted
one finger and hooked it, reaching right there...
Shouting, Qui-Gon thrust his hips up strongly and climaxed in
Obi-Wan's mouth. One big hand unconsciously grabbed at red-gold
hair and pulled as he groaned in sensation. Obi-Wan carefully
removed his finger and milked the softening penis, pulling
shuddering aftershocks out of Qui-Gon, who released his hair,
patting his head in mute apology.
His breathing slowing, Qui-Gon grabbed at Obi-Wan's shoulders,
pulling the younger man up to drape across his lap and kissing
him soundly. The taste of himself on Obi-Wan's lips was almost
more than he could stand. "You have a mouth made for fucking,"
Qui-Gon murmured, holding the beautiful body to him tightly.
"Thank you, I think," Obi-Wan answered breathlessly, threading
his hands through the thick, silvered hair.
"Here, have something to drink," Qui-Gon said after a moment,
handing the young Knight a glass and taking his own.
After one sip, Obi-Wan looked up in surprise. "It's Abinstin,
isn't it?"
"Wine laced with it, yes," Qui-Gon answered him. "Does that
bother you?"
Shrugging lightly, Obi-Wan took another sip. "I guess not." He
looked at Qui-Gon speculatively. "Force users can purge pretty
much any mind-altering substance, you know."
"I know," Qui-Gon said blandly. "But I hope you won't want to."
Smiling, Obi-Wan said, "No, I don't think so."
Thanks to the Abinstin, Qui-Gon was erect again within a
half-hour, said half-hour being filled with mind-blowing
foreplay. He kissed Obi-Wan everywhere, licking and sucking
until the young man was a quivering, pleading wreck. Then
Qui-Gon knelt, pulled the younger man's legs to him, lifted
them above his head and plowed into his ass as if pile-driving.
Obi-Wan grabbed his ankles and hung on for the ride, unaware of
anything other than the exquisite feeling of the huge cock
splitting him in half.
Their shared orgasm was intense, and afterwards Qui-Gon fell on
him, licking Obi-Wan's come off his chest avidly. They rolled
over together, kissed and groped each other, drinking more
wine, until Qui-Gon drifted into an unexpected half-doze. He
woke to find his ankles on Obi-Wan's shoulders and the young
man about to thrust into him. "Wha...?" he said, befuddled.
"My turn," Obi-Wan said, smiling evilly as he shoved himself
inside Qui-Gon' s body. The older man yelled, then groaned, as
he adjusted to the feel of the big cock inside him. Obi-Wan
gasped and he clenched his eyes shut at the tight heat and
pressure surrounding his penis. He fought to keep from coming
too soon as he gave Qui-Gon the pounding of his life, both men
yelling as if being murdered.
Remembering what Windu had told him, Obi-Wan was as rough as he
could be, pinching erect nipples and jerking on Qui-Gon's
erection, squeezing hard. And the big man loved it, writhing
and gasping at the attention, begging for more when it flagged.
When Qui-Gon finally climaxed, he actually blacked out for a
moment from the intensity. When he came back to himself, he
found Obi-Wan draped over his body, also out.
Qui-Gon kissed the younger man's damp forehead tenderly, then
tried - and failed - to roll them both over. Obi-Wan came to
with a start, then smiled. Struggling, he managed to pull
himself off the bigger man, both of them groaning as they
turned. "I'm going to need a chiropractor or an acupuncturist,"
Qui-Gon muttered as he shifted somewhat painfully. When Obi-Wan
tried to move away, though, his arms tightened, keeping the
younger man secure next to him.
"I'll give you a massage when I've found my brains," Obi-Wan
said, sagging into the big man's chest.
"Let me know where you find them, maybe mine are there too,"
Qui-Gon replied, nuzzling the sweaty, tawny hair.
Obi-Wan insinuated his legs between Qui-Gon's, demanding a more
comprehensive embrace, and Qui-Gon was glad to oblige. They
both reeked of sweat and sex, an aphrodisiac more powerful than
the Abinstin. After a few moments, their hearts stopped racing
quite so fast and their breathing settled. Qui-Gon shifted his
nuzzling down to Obi-Wan's lips, kissing him gently and
tenderly, almost bringing the young Knight to tears.
"It feels so good to kiss you again," Obi-Wan murmured into the
embrace, then froze.
"What?" Qui-Gon asked, puzzled. When Obi-Wan shook his head, he
insisted. "Why did you say that, Obi-Wan?"
"I'm sorry, Qui-Gon. It was a slip of the tongue."
Qui-Gon hadn't become Chancellor by missing opportunities. He
tightened his hold on the young Knight and said, "Now you'll
have to explain. And while you're at it, you'll have to explain
why I feel so at ease with you, even though I just met you.
Tell me how you know which buttons to push in me as well, and I
know that's not just because you've spoken with Mirra." Looking
down into sad gray-green eyes, he continued. "It's all
connected, isn't it."
Finally, the young man sighed. "Yes. It is. And it's along
story. But I know you," here he looked up and grinned at the
older man's puzzled and skeptical expression, "you won't give
up until you have the whole story. So..."
It was a long story, but Obi-Wan was practiced at telling it.
The two men lay at ease for a while, then Qui-Gon propped them
up on pillows. They sipped their wine and Obi-Wan wiped them
down, and still he talked. Finally, he wound down, placed his
head over Qui-Gon's chest and just listened to the big heart
beating. Qui-Gon had remained silent throughout, his face
impassive, absorbing without comment.
After a long period of silence, Qui-Gon finally began speaking
again. "I probably should have gone to the Temple, but my
father had other ideas, and kept me away from the Jedi. So yes,
I'm fairly certain I'm Force sensitive. It's not something I
broadcast. But I feel I do more good in the Senate than in the
Temple, so that's not going to change."
"You're too old to train anyway," Obi-Wan grinned up at him.
Qui-Gon snorted.
"Whatever. But I've never had any intentions of cutting the
Temple's funding... Yoda is just an old busy-body with too much
time to think. Just because I've been unable..." He swallowed
heavily and his arms tightened around Obi-Wan. "This job is
stressful, there are so few I can really trust, really turn to
for help, for companionship. I-I've been looking. Looking for
something... and I think I found it in you. Please don't go."
Obi-Wan closed his eyes in pain. The plea in that voice...
coming from a proud man with a strong mind... was almost enough
to make him stay. But the damned Force... it prodded him, urged
him on, drove him. "I-I can't stay. I have to go. I want to
stay. Oh, how I want... I want to stop. I'm tired, Qui-Gon. But
I can't."
Squeezing his shoulders, Qui-Gon rested his cheek on top of
Obi-Wan's head. "Then I'd rather serve the damned Republic with
its idiot bureaucrats than your Force," he said, his voice low
and fierce. He dragged Obi-Wan up for a hard kiss that
immediately gentled, then gradually stopped. Obi-Wan went back
to his place on Qui-Gon's chest. His hand began unconsciously
fondling the big man's genitals.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"You say you've encountered yourself before? In your travels?"
"Yes, many times," Obi-Wan said sadly. "But I don't exist here,
not in the Temple anyway."
"But you may, somewhere else."
A grin began to blossom as Obi-Wan realized what the big man
was getting to. "Yes. I just might. Somewhere." Abruptly, he
heaved up and straddled Qui-Gon, still fondling the penis that
had become somewhat hard. "And if you look, Chancellor, you
just might find me."
Big hands cupped his face. "Then I'll look," Qui-Gon said,
roughly. "I'll look, and I'll ask Yoda to help me look."
"Then you'll find me, I'm sure," Obi-Wan whispered fiercely.
Rising up slightly, his eyes never leaving Qui-Gon's, he
steadied the thick erection with his hand and slowly sank down
on it. Both men groaned and Qui-Gon surged up, impaling Obi-Wan
further.
"But I'm going to take you tonight," Qui-Gon growled,
his hands on Obi-Wan 's hips as he drove the younger man up and
down on his huge penis. "If that 's all I have, then I'll have
that." Roughly, he released one hip to grab Obi-Wan's erection
that bobbed between them, pumping it strongly.
"Yes, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan panted, then cried out. "YES!"
The Senate was abuzz the next day. The Supreme Chancellor had
failed to show for work, and indeed, had called in sick.
Unheard of. The gossip was intense, but the focus of that
gossip could have cared less.
In fact, he was at the Jedi Temple by noon, walking very
carefully and supporting a young, tawny-headed Knight who was
also walking carefully. They had left an ecstatic Yoda with the
news that the Temple funding was secure and now they sought a
few minutes alone before the Knight had to leave.
Cupping the beautiful face in his broad palms, Qui-Gon said,
"I'll find you, Obi-Wan."
"I know you will," Obi-Wan murmured, kissing one of the hands.
"And you'll find him too," Qui-Gon said, then bent and kissed
the Knight tenderly. "Good bye."
"Good bye, again, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan said. He dropped into a
kneeling posture - instead of lotus - and pulled out his
'saber. With a bang, he was gone.
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